The Incapable Orphan
I am an unfit parent
But there will be no one to take this burden from my shoulders
It was born unto me,
In the same breath that I was born unto my own,
Some say that that breath was the catalyst.
The catalyst for the end,
For the beginning,
For everything in between.
I am an unfit parent,
But there will be no one to take my burden from my shoulders
Not until a being learns to divide itself in twain.
Flesh and blood
Flesh and blood
And whatever gooey center was left inside that hollow chest.
My baby shrieks in the night and I get up because it is my duty but I am crying too and I am unfit and I am thinking about drowning us both just to get some silence until I see her face
and it dawns on me that she doesn’t deserve that. She’s done nothing.
So I continue sobbing as I try to pacify her, to rock her, console the inconsolable wounds inside her and protect her. It is my job. My torch to carry.